THA JOKER - Negative lyrics

rate me

Bitch you know that you are hoe I wouldn't kiss you

negative, undeveloped pictures,

baby beans white light in this distance

blow-blowing gas why you're fired up, you're cynical

looking we just worth em, whip nigga wish car pool

and bitch I am mother fucker shit like it's all stood

I got this shit like a STD, test no shirt like PAC

and I don't give a fuck about a nigga like romney

I I I bought another chain for my enjoyment,

and the money does the same as an informant

my shoot from here but my best and party

every time I get some pussy I fuckin record it

I'm pouring up drink and I'm going in orbit

every time I cut a check I can rig them artists

Hook:

Put that reds and back up in sack, that's a negative

me running round the town without a scrap, that's a negative

she trying to get her head up out my lap, that's a negative

bitch bitch fishin in my pocket for a stack, that's a negative, for sure

That's-that's a negative, pick up the phone and tell you where I'm at, that's a negative

bitch you think you're doing some but your so irrelevant

I do this shit so elegant, my outfit is a felony.

This man is cool that's a no no, no paper I'm a no show,

globe compartment that four foes, smashin in the coop like go go,

Sasha is best can't see my way, pour the drink I can pee all day

when the top down I get my down, I'm getting head like beats by Dre

I admire her concentration bend the back and decimate it

fuck em with the condom on, condom off, condensation

make it rain, money insane, Al Qaeda I take a plane

make her call my instrument then go chill with my bitch all day

Okay, okay you make her move it, that's what you said

you hit the club and split a baller that's a bootleg

hey be on the tracks it's being like that

600 hundred dollar shades with the starter cap,

that shit that's rapped up in them rubber bands

that's where my heart is at.

[Hook:]

Niggas seeing round, broke smoking that regular, shit that's a negative

young zilla ain't good counting that fedy up, real nigga shit

mixtapes all day chest like oh he stacks on negative,

smoking that undeveloped uh smoking on that regular,

chopper follow shop, taking you out, bout bout add ti all

money gual did you..he's on treasurer

bustle the hoe calender, drink my drink no measurer

Gods discover..he ain't got my..bitch I can't go federal

Negative negative bitch I can't think positive

my nigga fresh to death and they ain't found out who popped them

ball like foe, send it for, so this extra

fuck me think she get cash on the low, hold it negative

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Thanks to kprob for correcting these lyrics